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1. Songs - Mulroy Bay (continued)

   

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   I am now a lonely exile far from my native home,
   A poor furlorn stranger o'er this wide world I must roam;
   I may never see the wild woods or the hawthorn blooms in May,
   Or the bonny hills of Fanad near the banks of Mulroy Bay.

   I may never see my Mary or the home where I was born,
   I may never see the reaper mowing down the yellow corn;
   Still I long for dear old Fanad where I sported blithe and gay
   With the boys off Ballyheerin near the banks of Mulroy Bay.

   I have roamed this wide world over, with its cities rich and grand,
   Still I long for dear old Fanad my own dear native land;
   I'll not forget old ireland or that morning dark and gray
   When I bade farewell to Mary on the banks of Mulroy Bay.

   

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Aodh Ó Frighil

   Gender

   Male

   Occupation

   Múinteoir